sansa nods , acknowledging her brother && his sentiments . IT’S TRUE . the tale is repeated ; generations apart , even . old nan used to fill their heads with tales from beyond the wall , many discrediting her stories for falsities crafted to frighten children . YET , HERE THEY WERE . they were preparing for the battle of their life , bannerman united under one cause ( not one single house ) banded together to fight for life .
there’s a moment she simply looks at jon ; words not yet forming . HOW FAR THEY HAD COME . to think back on their childhood , how awful she had been to him just because his parentage wasn’t pure . sansa was cruel , jon && arya received the brunt of it , && now , she clung to them with all she had . including bran , THE LAST OF THE STARKS . a family so large dwindling down to four broken souls . a sad sort of smile works its way upon her features , eyes of tully blue putting her emotion on display . WORRY , FEAR , ANXIETY . the dead were an unknown enemy to sansa , though her brother knew them far better than she did . his insight was everything .
❝ we all thought old nan was off her rocker , && yet here we are - relying on her tales to fight a war against the enemies i believed to be false . ❞ her smile fades , expression growing more serious . LADY SANSA STARK . a woman steeled by war who seldom smiles these days . the young girl with endless optimism && grins was no more , the halls of winterfell no longer echoed with her laughter . with eyes still on her brother , she tilts her head in thought . ❝ you’ve faced them , jon . what were they like to fight ? if there’s even one weakness we could focus on , perhaps we can create a sort of strategy around that . ❞